The wind ruffled Sylvia's long silver hair as she hadn't braided it this morning in her hurry.
She had to keep tucking away the errant strands behind her ears as she briskly walked through the cluster of trees.
The castle's stable was not too far out. She had asked one of the castle guards for directions and it was pretty straightforward.
And the walk in itself was also very peaceful.
The huge tall trees reminded her of the forest they had recently visited and her pathetic escape attempt, wherein she had been played by the man from the very beginning.
Her hand subconsciously shot up to her neck and fiddled with the thin silver chain as she continued walking.
A few more minutes later, Sylvia caught the sight of a huge wooden shed, if it could even be called that.
Sheds were normally much smaller, but this stable was quite huge. I guess this is befitting someone of a royal lineage. She shrugged.
